Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 382 Sigismund the Reaper
This teleportation and boarding mission might be somewhat difficult for other Astartes, such as how to break into the ship without being discovered, and how to deal with tens of thousands of enemies alone inside the ship, but for the Black Knight with his current body, it would undoubtedly be a piece of cake at any time.

In fact, he had another option that was more in line with normal thinking. He could immediately find any of the nearest terminals and use his own body and the special mechanical waste code attack chip in the multi-functional biochip provided by the armory to switch modes, directly invade, paralyze and control all the networked systems of the ship and the machine soul with obvious subspace properties.

——How ridiculous! If this ship's machine soul had such obvious warp contamination that it had not been dispelled, but it would continue to build its new body on it seriously because of the reason that "no one can see what's wrong", then Sigismund could only think that this level of reconciliation with transmutation may be seen everywhere in the Empire today.

But the Black Knight's main anger was not caused by this, but by the fact that the "eyes" and "heart" of his reborn, precious, innocent and beautiful father were tainted by what happened on this ship.

Magna Dorn's brief downtime and the scan content he sent to him before the downtime inevitably made Sigismund feel that his sanity, which should not have been gnawed by worldly anger, was in turn driving his main reactor and mechanical heart, increasing the output power of all his weapons.

So now Sigismund walked decisively along the main avenue of the ship, using his never-overheated phase plasma gun to turn all the automatic defense weapons that dared to aim at him into a pile of molten metal liquid, and to disintegrate any living creature that dared to shoot at him into the most basic particles of matter; at the same time, he brandished his black greatsword that was shining with dark golden lightning, and the force field on it could cut one or more things that dared to pounce on him or block his way in half like cutting melons and vegetables in just one tenth of a blink of an eye, and quickly turn the rest into ashes.

The elderly Battle Lady of the Relentless Flame was now screaming helplessly into one of the invading Black Knight's mechanical visions, as if she were a hapless mortal being jumped on the back by a Licat (Note 1) - expressing her inner panic with a series of repetitive codes scrolling back and forth on all her in-ship channels and any display panels, data boards, or interactive interfaces, which in turn even increased the difficulty of defense for some defenders.

But there is no difference. The only difference between one automatic turret and a hundred automatic turrets in front of Sigismund's phase plasma gun and deflagration incinerator is that a hundred may take a little longer to shoot, while his single atomic shield prevents any enemy attack from causing any trouble or damage to him.

Soon, behind a thick wall of broken limbs and arms, with even the blood almost gone due to evaporation and turning into ashes (one powerful man even took the time to roar in anger, while another grumbled in disapproval), no one with free will dared to stand in his way, no matter how much money and contracts were required, except for the mechas of the Mechanicus.

This efficient, angry yet increasingly ruthless heretic reaper melted or split open all the doors, walls that were not straight, dark rooms, and sealed walls he encountered with steady and consistent movements amid the continuous screams of the Ruthless Flame Machine Spirit.

Finally, after throwing a large enough breaching bomb and detonating it, he successfully broke into the door made of pink coral, ancient walrus ivory and adamantium alloy, which was hosting an unprecedented and luxurious banquet that would make the mind and spine of a normal person tremble.

But the scene inside once again surprised him.

The Black Knight stepped over the threshold and paused in his march of destruction.

The silent Astartes - or rather Sigismund in the modified Astartes shell - adjusted his electro-optical sensors and transmitted everything he saw.

————————Just when Sigismund was on the Ruthless Flame, harvesting his heretic wheat field patiently and meticulously like a farmer, killing people in large numbers.

The joint boarding team composed of the families of the victims of the Third Legion, the Twelfth Legion and the Sixteenth Legion also rushed into the side of the old girl in the "Iron Fury" boarding landing capsule specially made for them by the armory. It was understandable that the Iron Hearts were unable to arrive due to the distance, and this group of people did not bring their Death Guard comrades not because of bullying or anything like that, but purely because they felt that the Fourteenth Legion "ran a little slow", and was more suitable to stay in the "delicious and nutritious" to guard the safety of the great people.

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In fact, Lucius regained control of the so-called "soul" or "consciousness" not long after what people commonly call "death".

Considering whose fire his soul had been baptized by, and that he had realized the essence of why he swung the sword, and was so, so confident - indeed, someone had given him such confidence without knowing it - his soul was so tough and solidified that it seemed that he could perform a sit-up for everyone at the table and open the eyes of every guest present - on the chest.

- Strange.

How could such a good thing happen! It is not possible that if Lucius died now, he would be the only exception and be resurrected so smoothly and dullly in this materialistic and idealistic universe as soon as he closed his eyes!
Before the resurrection of the living saint Christine, his consciousness had to go through a pilgrimage process in some soul world.

Therefore, it fits well with a "general impression of the resurrection process before the Warhammer 40K world is resurrected."

When Lucius regained consciousness, he found that he had lost his body. He looked light and ethereal, floating above an extremely fierce battlefield at a height that was unlikely for any mortal or Astartes to reach, but was somewhat like looking down on the ground war from orbit.

Just when he was confused as to why he appeared here instead of returning to the throne or somewhere else (?) as he had heard, the Champion Swordsman's eyes were attracted by the spectacular fighting on the battlefield below: Although the Undying who were fighting on the ground might not feel it, from Lucius's height and angle, the four colors of the Undying army were quite easy to distinguish. Since it seemed that he could not go anywhere for the time being, and no one came to find him or take him away -

So before anyone finally remembered him, Lucius sat down cross-legged and watched the battle below with great interest from a high vantage point.

(End of this chapter)